"If you donate a kidney to Wanwan, I'll have a kid with you."
The husband she had married to for two years who never touched her, was suddenly willing to have a child with her. However, he insisted that she must donate a kidney to the woman he was having an affair with?
A man like this—was there any point in not divorcing and leaving him to directly meet the maker?
Yun Qingqing decisively divorced, and everyone was eagerly waiting to see her downfall.
Ex-husband: "Within three days, she'll definitely come back begging me to reconcile."
Stepsister: "A grass widow like her, even a beggar might not fancy. It's absolutely impossible for her to marry into an elite family again."
Walking hand in hand with the Seventh Master Sheng, who was her ex-husband's arch-nemesis, as well as the man her stepsister most desired to marry among the Nan City's elite heirs, Yun Qingqing smiled and handed them the wedding invitation.
This second marriage not only outshone the first, but Yun Qingqing also stepped onto the stage that the entire world was watching, holding a concert attended by tens of thousands of people, becoming the brightest star in the music industry.
Watching his ex-wife radiate with brilliance, Lu Yanchen regretted his past actions and entered full "simp" mode.
The Seventh Master Sheng, who had absolutely nothing to fear, pressed Yun Qingqing against his chest. Lightly caressing her slender waist, his voice so tender it was unlike himself.
"Baby, can you kiss me again?"
"Baby, I can't sleep without holding you."
"Baby, as long as you don't divorce, I'd even give my life to you..."

My Ex-Husband's Arch-Enemy in Love with Me

After listening to Yun Qingqing's words, Sheng Ting didn't hesitate at all and immediately responded, "No."


Her red lips curled into a smile, and Yun Qingqing looked delighted. "So, Mr. Sheng, you do care about me a little bit."


"Then I've been saying that I'm in a bad mood, why are you giving me the cold shoulder?"


The man furrowed his brow lightly. "Cold shoulder?"


Yun Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Yes! You didn't ask me why I'm in a bad mood and you're still working happily."


The man's tone was calm. "Where did you see that I'm happy?"


Although she couldn't answer Sheng Ting's question, Yun Qingqing was determined. She crossed her arms and said, "Anyway, you're giving me the cold shoulder, and you don't care about me at all. In your eyes, there's only work."


Then You Comfort Me